TRELANE: Ah, my dear, don't we make a graceful pair? Except for one small detail. That dress hardly matches this charming scene. (Suddenly she's wearing an empire line dress with feathers in her hair. Idealised Jane Austen)
TRELANE: Ah, yes, that's more what we want. The dashing warrior and his elegant lady.

KIRK: If I'm not mistaken, Mister Spock, I think I can turn his lights off at the source. (raises his voice) Don't be too upset by what you see, gentlemen. After all, his actions are those of an immature, unbalanced mind.